Raped and Resurrected

She was only thirteen
And he was twenty-three
When he came into her life.
She saw him as her saviour –
A saviour from loneliness.
She trusted him blindly
She thought she was on an island
With only him as company.
People warned her against it
But she didn’t listen
She was caught in her own whirlpool.
She could not come out of it.
Then one day,
She was lost in her dreams
When he came, and he raped her
Again and again.
She begged and screamed
And cried and sobbed.
He left her there, bleeding –
Blood that belonged to them both...
She locked herself up for days
“Kill me!!!”, she used to scream.
She grew up with that hatred.
And now she is nineteen
She prepares herself to face him again.
She puts on a beautiful smile;
Not wanting to give anything away;
Not wanting anybody to know.
She beckons to him
And he follows her to the same room.
She bolts the door from inside
And asks him to sit.
She comes close to him
And clamps her hand on his mouth.
She pulls out a knife.
What does she see in his eyes?
Fear? Regret? Apology? Death???
She doesn’t care. She stabs him.
And strangles him. And castrates him.
Poor man, he can’t even scream.
He’s dead. She stands there
Bathed in his blood –
Blood that belonged to them both.
She has had her revenge.
She has been resurrected.
She has been born again.